Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

He looked up at me, his face flushed and his eyes wild. “Ride my thigh,” he ordered. I climbed onto him, my silk dress rucked up around my waist, my skin exposed and sensitive. I straddled his leg, feeling the hard, unyielding muscle of his thigh beneath me. I began to grind against him, my tits bouncing with the movement, my fingers digging into his shoulders for balance. The friction was perfect. I watched his face as I moved, seeing the way his jaw clenched and his eyes hooded. I came messily, the heat of it soaking into his expensive trousers, my body sagging against him as the last of the strength left my limbs.

I pulled back and thrust my hips forward. My cock slid through her thighs and up her belly. I withdrew to the tip and thrust into her thighs again, making sure to drag my length through her folds again. Her soft folds wet the bottom of my cock as it slid across and threw it over and over again. I pulled out and slammed into her thighs and her breasts bounced with the motion. Her body jerked as my length slid from the bottom of her clit and flicked it on it’s way up to her belly.

His cock stood straight up, glistening, throbbing. “Ride me,” he ordered. “Show me how bad you want it.” Riley climbed onto his lap on shaky legs, straddled him. She gripped his shoulders, lined herself up, and sank down slow — taking every inch until her ass met his thighs. They both groaned at the feel of it — her walls still fluttering, hugging him tight.

I pounded into her, my balls slapping her clit and driving us both higher. We moved again, this time to the floor with her riding me in reverse cowgirl. Her round ass bounced on my cock. Her thighs flexed as she took control for a moment, grinding and sliding up and down my length. I reached around, rubbing her clit furiously while thrusting up into her. Her moans grew harder to contain.

He set the paddle down and picked up the riding crop, its leather tip cool against his palm. He traced it along her thighs, teasing her with the anticipation of the next sensation. The first flick was sharp and precise, landing on the curve of her ass. Laura jumped, a soft cry escaping her lips, followed by a moan that told him she was enjoying the mix of sting and pleasure. He varied the strokes, alternating between her thighs and ass, careful to gauge her reactions. She was sensitive, but her moans grew deeper, her body leaning into each strike, her arousal evident in the dampness of her panties.

she was now on the stand, her tiptoes and her thighs were spread giving me an amazing view. That pussy. She rose back up slowly and took a step towards me so she was now standing in between my legs. She squatted down, so she was now on her knees, her hands running up and down on my thighs teasing me. With a smirk slapped across her face, she straddled me, her feet were on each side of my thighs and she ran both her hands through my hair. "Ride my thigh" I commanded and she didn't waste a second longer, she sat on my thigh already creating a wet spot on my slack.

His breathing got heavier. After a few minutes he pulled out and sat back against the headboard. “Come here.” I climbed onto his lap, facing him. He held his cock steady while I sank down onto it. The angle was deeper. I braced my hands on his shoulders and started riding him—slow rolls of my hips at first, then harder. My ass bounced against his thighs with every drop. He gripped my hips and helped lift me when my thighs started to burn. “That’s it,” he muttered. “Just like that.”

One of his hands slid down from the bar and rested heavy on my thigh, fingers splaying wide. “Don’t fight the machine. Let it move you. And stop clenching that tight little ass every time we hit a bump. You’re just grinding yourself back on my dick harder and I can feel every twitch.” “Fuck, Logan…” The words came out shaky. My hole clenched hard around nothing, involuntary, like it was trying to grab at the pressure behind me. He laughed low, the sound vibrating through his chest into my spine. “There it is. You feel that rumble going right up through your balls and into your hole? That’s what riding’s supposed to feel like. Every vibration shaking through you while my cock sits right there

"If you can give pet names, then can't I?" He jerked me forward by my hand and I'd forgotten his knee was digging in my pussy. A light moan escaped and without letting me adjust, he rode me across his thigh, until I stood close to his torso---the only thing separating our bodies were our clothes. His thigh elevated me and my feet left the ground. I was basically sitting---more like standing with his thigh being the only support. The dress pooled around my torso, leaving the front of my panties in sight, however he didn't look down. Didn't even take a glance!

His cock was still hard. “Ride me,” he commanded, slapping my ass. “I want to watch that ass bounce while my cum leaks out of you.” I obeyed, raising my hips and slamming back down on his cock. My heavy thighs and ass clapped loudly against his own thighs as I rode him like a slut — fast, deep, and shameless. He gripped my ass with both hands, spreading my cheeks as I bounced, watching his cum drip down his shaft every time I lifted up.